A villain, when he seems most kind

Mankind, from Adam, have been women's fools; Women, from Eve, have been the devil's tools: Heaven might have spar'd one torment when we fell; Not left us woman, or not threatened hell.

Cowards in scarlet pass for men of war.

['T]is the talk, and not the intrigue, that's the crime.

Whoe'er thou art, thy Lord and master see, Thou wast my Slave, thou art, or thou shalt be.

Happy the man, of mortals happiest he, Whose quiet mind from vain desires is free; Whom neither hopes deceive, nor fears torment, But lives at peace, within himself content; In thought, or act, accountable to none But to himself, and to …

Oh my lov'd friend! till now I never knew The pangs of parting friendship. At distance I have tasted of the pain, When the rude morn has sundered us away, To our repose: but by my soul, I swear Even then my eyes would drop a silent tear,